Lyrics:
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I'mma everyday struggle 'til I get to the top
I study Em, BIG, Tech N9ne, 2Pac
Come to my crib unannounced I got a big t-tato pie
Hopped up 9.
of dick
Only faithful to my bros
My rights and my wrongs
Some nights I play, 2Pac and zone
Pop on my phone, selling and flipping
Bounce to my own
True
a muthafuckin case like 2Pac
A real nigga gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Livin in the city with the killers and thugs
And might be dealin
in peace 2pac from master p, doin' 2-11s
187 khadafi, murder
Puttin' niggas in six foot motherfuckin' gurters
If you fuck with this tru clique
Nigga
pagers
And 2Pac did before the plagerist came
Sword swing around, we not horsing
I'ma do mine, you do your thing
Hieroglyphics is monolithic
Chronicle
a warzone
Bouncers actin' like cops in the club
Mother fuck around and get dropped in the club
They don't play enough 2Pac in the club
The industry done made
camps, Moved up the rank by the powder you pushed, Greatness awakened after Bush administration, DOPE ERA, MC's Bone Thugs envied 2pac and Biggie who shot
growing like little lion zombie, seeing my self over notorious Bad than 2PAC
Arrangeing my pack to the world.
Bringing devastation upon you fake Niggas
2pac especially
Thug Life
It's hard to defend, "Move Bitch (Get Out the Way)."
Well, as you can see, there's a bitch in his way, that he needs
the same, you gotta dream they gon kill it now
Man, excuse my 2pac, if I gotta use that, I'ma use my 2pac
It's a mind state to make you a aware nigga, think
I'm on a rooftop
Going hard for the Mula
And I stay in the booth like 2PAC
And we use to rock Hanes
Fruit of the loom
Now it be Polo on the tubesock
flights with my team
Up with God 2Pac Big noMadib' fuck it
My dreams have darker than night
In the sky I’m takin flights
Up with God he got my fights
wanna dance
Now what that be for you off that reefer
You act like 2pac yo ass gon get shot
Talkin loud actin like that's gangsta shit well check this
about 9
Rocking the latest R9s
Wanting to reach to cloud 9
Started to learn about rhymes
2pac was the outline
Changes
Living dangerous
The pain it
on a 100 hitlist
Like 2pac yeah I'm running with a hitlist
Seen man just get fried fishes
I'm on the frontline striker position
I got desire
Yeah fictitious
can play a new part:
Develop new DVDs, new books, new art
Open new food marts with hip-hop
Food charts and food carts
Playing 2Pac while you shop (Do
get the digits to my new spot
not the old gotta new flaw
come in pairs like 2 socks
me and you against the world like 2pac
and i hope you got your crew
2Pac Shakur
Lightin' up the Biggie Smalls, conspiracy theories in the blunt
A hundred years from now I'll be cruisin' in the clouds
A thousand
heard that shit 2pac wannabe ass nigga (mocking P) "I ain't no rapper
I write short films"
o.k. grab your popcorn ain't no more sunshine.
Come on, O.K.,
say I'm a legend
Ghetto bitches be wishin they could spend a day in my presence
I'm stackin plenty dough I stay on cloud nine
Like 2Pac in "I Ain't Mad
he be (run town then)
Like 2pac and Biggie, he get him (fans dem)
No dey tell Don Jazzy, make he (retire)
True soldier, no dey ever (retire)
Soldier
Lecz poprzez fałsz wiesz szybko na ryj spadniesz
Ku czci Chopin Grzesiuk Jackson
Big L 2pac własne śmierci lektor
Aliyah Proof Freeze Mag Magik I
Jego
out here grinding I'm independent and you know that I still keep that glock with me
So come and shop with me
Man I still wish that 2pac was living it's
are not the same
You already know, bro
That is why they’re fighting hard to relegate us
Look, man, way back, they shot 2pac
Naff ah them ah false
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